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8 Days Since I Last Texted You
When Eight days feel like an eternity
Day 1:
How am I going to do this? I can’t get through a day, let alone a week without texting you.
Day 2:
Resolve. I can. I will. I’m strong. I can forget about you.
Day 3:
How can I forget?
Day 4:
Clean break. Clean break. Clean break. I can do it. No contact. Just delete everything.
Day 5:
I can’t delete.
Day 6:
Please, oh please, reach out. I will him to start typing on Telegram. Doesn’t he miss me at all?
Day 7:
Look for someone else. Distraction. Nothing else is going to work.
Day 8:
“I miss you so much,” I text.
Should I delete? Yes? No? I want him to see it. To see how much I am hurting.
“I know. I’m sorry,” he wrote.
Oh shit. What do I say? Can I say anything that would make a difference? When will I stop sounding like I’m reading Seventeen magazine? I’m in worse shape than my teenager.
